Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray texted, [Come over.]

Over there, Millie nearly leaped out of bed with joy when she saw the message.

She had been dropping hints and making moves on Murray for a while, even flirting outright, but Murray hadn't bitten once. She'd almost resigned herself to another rejection when he agreed out of the blue. Millie sprang out of bed, eager to change and head out.

Her roommate was still up and asked with curiosity, "Millie, where are you off to in the middle of the night?"

"That's for me to know. A moment of bliss is worth a thousand gold, right? Only our campus queen here would rush off like this for her rich and dashing boyfriend." Engrossed in a video game, another roommate interrupted with a jest, turning Millie's cheeks crimson.

Previously, Murray's reluctance to touch her left Millie insecure, as if he could pull away at any moment. But this time, she'd officially be Murray's girl if they went through with the sex. So, she even chose a matching lingerie while picking out her outfit.

She took a cab to the villa, but before she could even knock, the door swung open from inside. Murray quickly pulled her in.

The next second, she found herself pinned against the wall, receiving a passionate kiss. Millie was stunned before she mustered up her courage and responded with inexperienced enthusiasm.

As they kissed their way to the living room, Murray pressed her onto the couch, his entire body weighing down on hers. His urgency was almost overwhelming, making her tilt her head back.

Soon, the fiery kisses trailed down her neck, moving lower, his hands expertly lifting her top, his touch stirring anticipation and desire within her. Her heart pounded, breaths quickened, eagerly awaiting his next move. However, upon feeling her black lingerie, Murray suddenly stopped.

"What's... what's wrong?" Millie didn't understand.

Murray rolled off her, sitting on the couch. "Sorry, get up for a moment."

Still dazed and confused, Millie felt like a bucket of icy water dumping on her, chilling her to the bone.

"Murray, did I do something wrong?" She reached out, trying to reignite his desire, but he caught her wrist before she could touch him.

Murray looked at her coldly. "I don't like to repeat myself."

With her lips pursed in disappointment, Millie sat up, not daring to say another word.

Murray's expression softened as he helped adjust her dress, his tone gentle. "Good girl, it's late. I'll have my driver take you home." Soon after, the driver arrived.

Millie watched his retreating figure. Since the moment she arrived, he had been avoiding her gaze, and even then, as she was about to leave, he remained silent. Biting her lip, she finally exited underConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

driver's urging.

Murray lit a cigarette and watc

the smoke spiral up. Images of Roseanne flashed through his mind. Closing his eyes, he dialed York's number. "Where are you?"

Meanwhile, York was about to make his move with a girl when he saw his buddy calling. He gestured for silence and picked up. "This late at

night, what's up, insomniac

Murray said coldly, "Find me a clean girl. I need to blow off some steam."

York paused, puzzled as he thought, 'Hasn't Murray just made up with Roseanne? And he's already playing with fire like this?'